This Jinyiwei is obviously super strong but draws too much

Chapter 825 Where Does Evil Come From?
"Everyone keep up, just ahead."

Amao excitedly beckoned the villagers to move forward, the sky was dark, the mountain road was difficult, and there were bandits on the side, everyone moved very slowly, for fear of being alone and suffering.

But even with such a cautious response, everyone still miscalculated. Accompanied by a rapid scream, two strangers with bamboo sticks charged into the team, injuring five or six villagers in a row.

"Not good! It's a bandit!"

The villagers exclaimed, and the team of dozens of people immediately rioted. It is one thing to hear that there are bandits, but it is another thing to actually see bandits.

"Don't panic!"

At a critical moment, the village chief is the most reliable. I saw him pick up a hoe and walk up to the crowd, shouting angrily: "Everyone come closer! There are few bandits, so we have a chance when we get together!"

The village chief's composure allowed the villagers to stop the riots slowly. To be honest, he is just an ordinary old man, and he has no skills to turn the tide. It's just that he knows that if there is chaos at this moment, there is really no way to turn it back.

There were not many bandits, and the villagers gathered together, not daring to hope for anything, at least it was possible to scare each other away.

However, the village head did not expect that the bandits who attacked were not three-legged cats. They were from the beggar gang disciples, and they even followed masters like Yan Fengyun and Wang Tieba. There is no lack of eyesight.

There are many villagers, but most of them are ordinary people with farm tools in their hands. Wang Tie and Bian Dong wounded five or six people in one encounter.

"Brother Bian, Brother Wang, we have suffered a loss once, we must not repeat the same mistake!"

Another person came out from the shadows, it was Ruan Er, he was very strong with his skill of mastering the sky, and he opened the hoes picked up by several villagers with two fists.

But two fists were defeated by four hands. Ruan Er, who rushed into the crowd, was accidentally hit on the shoulder by a villager behind him with a hammer. The pain made him gasp.

"damn it!"

The pain on his shoulder made Ruan Erwan very angry. He was already annoyed at yesterday's soft-heartedness that led to today's disaster, but now that he was hurt by someone, he was so angry that his eyes gleamed fiercely.

Ruan Er became ruthless, he didn't take the already non-binding gang rules to heart, stepped forward and then paused, and punched the villager in front of him with an old fist, causing him to vomit blood and fall to the ground. .

"Ruan Er!"

Wang Tie noticed the movement here, he looked at the bright scarlet, his heart suddenly twitched, and he used a reproachful tone without thinking: "What are you doing!"

Ruan Er turned a deaf ear to Wang Tie's questioning. After seriously injuring one person, he immediately punched several times, repelling the besieged villagers, and at the same time he suffered a lot of injuries.

Under the call of the village, the villagers made a concerted effort to deal with the bandits. They threw sticks on Ruan Er, causing him pain.

Not only these three people, but for the sake of safety, eight disciples of the beggar sect joined in the melee. Although the villagers had the upper hand in numbers, the opponent was armed with martial arts and was really difficult to deal with.

Wang Tie found in a daze that under the siege of the villagers, his brothers were no longer merciful, and they were ruthless, making it impossible for people to see that they were once famous and decent.

Among the noisy crowd, Wang Tie suddenly lost his mind. Looking at the strange scene around him, he felt extremely frightened.

Wang Tie followed Yan Fengyun in his early years, and under the advice of the deputy leader, he also claimed to be a chivalrous person, and he should put justice first in his actions.

Although they are in trouble in Pingyang now, the chivalry of the Beggar Clan disciples cannot be lost. Wang Tie tried his best to maintain his dignity in the end, but the actions of Ruan Er and the others made him feel deeply powerless.

In the face of reality, his too beautiful ideals seem so ridiculous.

The disciples of the beggar gang, who were originally chivalrous and benevolent, would treat these innocent villagers so cruelly. At this moment, how different are they from those evil ways that do all kinds of evil.

Wang Tie was at a loss, and suddenly felt a pain in his neck. He subconsciously stretched out his hand to wipe it, and felt a warm feeling on his fingertips. He looked down, and saw that the color of the blood was so dazzling.

In front of him, the villager holding a sickle was pale. After meeting his eyes, he took two steps back in fright and fell to the ground.

Wang Tie looked at the scythe on his neck, and his eyes flashed a bit suddenly. He didn't struggle for death, but showed a bit of relief.

Plop——Wang Tie's body fell down. When the other seven people found out, they couldn't help crying out in grief.

"Brother Wang!"

Ruan Er, Bian Dong and the others were filled with grief, their eyes red and crazy, and the villagers backed away in horror.

Several Beggar Clan disciples rushed to Wang Tie's side one after another, Ruan Er Biandong helped him up, seeing the fatal wound on the other's neck, he burst into mourning and crying again.

The few people walked along the way, although the road ahead was at a loss, and Ruan Er and the others felt resentful towards Wang Tie in the dead of night, but when the lights went out after death, the man was gone, and the grievances and grievances followed the wind. brotherhood between each other.

Several people cried unceasingly. After a long while, Ruan Er stopped crying, looked angrily at the surrounding villagers, and said in a hateful voice: "Evil thief! I am at odds with you!"

After finishing speaking, he roared wildly, and performed his best stunts one after another with his lotus palm and iron broom legs, but the villagers couldn't retreat, so they had to grit their teeth and fight back.

The two sides fought together again, and with Wang Tie's death as a prelude, this time the scuffle was even more bloody and cruel. Ruan Er and the others lost their last psychological burden, and they had no scruples in attacking.

Just when a group of people were beating in the dark, the instigator of all this, Amao, had quietly left the team.

When Ah Mao saw the surprise attack by the disciples of the beggar sect, he was so frightened that he was paralyzed on the ground, unable to walk. Thanks to someone who dragged him to the back in time, he escaped.

Amao, who recovered from the panic, almost ran away, but he didn't run down the mountain to ask for help, but went to the ruined temple where the real Yushu was.

Immortal Yushu also noticed the flickering fire below the mountain, and there was a large team climbing the mountain, but he didn't know what happened, and he was too seriously injured to investigate.

At this time, Amao appeared.

"Grandpa Taoist! It's not good!"

Amao rushed into the temple in a panic, pointed to the outside and shouted: "Yes, there are bandits coming, come with me and hide!"

Hearing that they were bandits, Master Yushu thought that the large number of fire lights on the mountain road just now were bandits, and the bandits were powerful. Now that he was injured, he wanted to get rid of the bandits, but he was powerless, so he could only sigh silently.

"Grandpa Daoist, what are you still hesitating about! Come with me!" Amao tugged on Master Yushu, with a look of anxiety in his eyes.

Master Yushu saw that the other party was not lying, and his eyes were indeed full of fright. He nodded slightly, and followed Amao to go deeper into the mountain.

(End of this chapter)